Here’s to the lonely ones.
The depressed.
The cutters.
The drug abusers.
The fake smile when everything is falling down around them.
The ones who laugh when they are really dying inside.
They are not actually happy.
And they have no desire for your help.
You cannot spot them, hate them, love them, feel pity for them, help them, or stop them.
About the only thing you can do is pray for them.
Because they will not let you know who they are.
They smoke. They drink. They snort. They inject. They escape. They whittle.
They try to forget the reason why.
But they cannot
How else can you take the crap you call a life and still pretend everything is alright.
Or sit in silence while screaming for help on the inside.
Or gaze at a silver razor blade and not end it all right then.
We are surrounded by these kinds of people.
While some see them as the lonely ones,
I see strength.
Because the people with enough strength to get through that shit alone,
Are the ones who can make it through anything.
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